[ It's like drowning and they said -- say maybe, if he ever talked of her, that it should scare him to drown except it is only living without air, and he is proof that you can live without worse.
He holds the tea in his hands, it's warm, at least on one, the other is numbed to over much, the thrum of magic in it, and it comes back to when he had tried to explain why anyone would take the outsider's powers. Because it was nothing, a glorious flat nothing he could sink into until it ate his mind inside out. There was safety in madness, because nothing, nothing touched him. He is blood and he is death and he is shadows and he does not have to look on days made empty.
( except, it's never enough ) ]
How you'd like to remember him. [ It's all she had left, after all. ]
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He holds the tea in his hands, it's warm, at least on one, the other is numbed to over much, the thrum of magic in it, and it comes back to when he had tried to explain why anyone would take the outsider's powers. Because it was nothing, a glorious flat nothing he could sink into until it ate his mind inside out. There was safety in madness, because nothing, nothing touched him. He is blood and he is death and he is shadows and he does not have to look on days made empty.
( except, it's never enough ) ]
How you'd like to remember him. [ It's all she had left, after all. ]